A New Friend, a New House and Wimbledon
We got to London on a bright, clear morning. I slept most of the way, as did Chris. His head kept dropping onto my shoulder and he drooled. How sweet is that?
I had left Boston only after a long talk with John about my dad's condition. We had sat in the hospital cafeteria drinking utterly terrible coffee. He had said, “Your dad is still declining, Mike. But really slowly. Any hope of him regaining consciousness was gone a while ago. You should go. Have a good time. You should be with Chris for this. I'm sure he wants you there.”
I had nodded and tried to sip more coffee. I looked up at John. His glasses were dirty and his suit a little dishevelled. He was having a rough day. His dark hair was all over the place and I reached over and pushed some out of his eyes. He smiled weakly and said, “Yeah, I know. I'm a mess. My colleague just went on mat leave. Fuck. I hope they find a locum soon.”
I was puzzled. “A locum?”
“Oh...it just means someone who will fills in until she comes back.”
“So you think I should go? You'll let me know if there's any change?”
“Of course, Mike. I'll call you the second anything changes. Or if...”
“Yeah. I get it. I sort of hope he goes soon. This is torture.”
I had left the hospital feeling better and feeling better about leaving for a month. Like John said, if something changed, he would let me know and I would decide if I needed to come back.
So we got on our flight to London.
The three of us settled into a nice hotel in Soho. A really nice hotel. I had suggested we get an Airbnb or something, but Chris said, “I don't want to have to do anything but fuck and play tennis.” Made sense to me. Brad – without Seamus – was in the room next to us. He seemed excited to be in London. He had played Wimbledon when he was young, but hadn't really been back since.
We were only going to be at the hotel for a few days, training near the Wimbledon complex before leaving for The Netherlands for the first grass court tournament. Since Chris and Brad were so busy getting ready, I had time to see the sights of London since I had never been before.
I had been hoping that Seamus would come with us to keep me company, at least, and I was kind of bummed he hadn't. Sightseeing is only fun with someone. I did all the stuff you do in London: The Tower, the giant fucking ferris wheel, Westminster Abbey. But it felt a little flat and the weather was crap. I found myself eventually in a cafe in Bloomsbury since I wanted to see where all those cool people had lived: Virginia Woolf and her gang.
But London is a destination, and there were tourists – like me – everywhere. Buses full of them. I could tell that some of the people in the coffee shop were tourists. I ordered a coffee from this androgynous person and sat down, my feet sore, my head a little achy. I was damp and I felt bored.
I took a sip and this woman at the next table said, “You're all wet.”
I looked at her, noticing her not-British accent. “Yeah. I guess the stereotype is true.”
She looked puzzled.
I said, “Rain.”
She smiled and shook her head. Her hair was long and brown and her skin was a similar colour and she was wearing this bright red blouse. Beautiful. It had been a long time since I had noticed a woman and I sure as hell noticed her. I felt like some part of me woke up that had been asleep for a while. She said, “You're just visiting?”
“Yeah, for a few weeks.”
She put the book down she was reading and said, “Care if I join you? I'm visiting myself and haven't talked to anyone in days.”
Not waiting for a reply, she moved over and sat across from me. She smelled like vanilla and some flower. Really nice. “Yeah, this is a big city and feels like it would be hard to get to know people.”
She tossed her head and her earrings jangled. “Well, maybe I'll get to know you...”
If that wasn't flirtatious, I don't know what is. I grinned at her and sipped my coffee. I said, “Where are you from?”
“Oh, South Africa. You?”
“Boston. But we're probably moving to Barcelona soon. At least part of the time.”
She looked at me a moment, processing the implications of the 'we' that I used. She cleared her throat and said, “So...?”
“Michael. Mike.”
I asked with a big smile, “And you are?”
“Anika...so, Mike. I was going to ask you out, but clearly that's not quite on, is it?”
I thought a moment. Was it? She was really hot. The kind of woman that a year or so ago I would have been all over and my cock reminded me of that feeling. I could feel a latent hard-on happening in my pants. But it was half-hearted on the part of my cock, and I wasn't sure why. If she had been a guy, I would have jumped. I said, “I know we don't know each other, but can I tell you a story?”
She raised her eyebrows, then said, “I suppose...”
“So there was a time not too long ago when I would have totally gone out with you. And do whatever might happen after that.”
She smiled sweetly, but didn't say anything.
“But then I met this guy. And I had thought I was straight. And, well, I realized I wasn't. Or at least I wasn't just straight. We have been together for close to a year.”
She looked at me as if she didn't believe me, but then she said, “So you don't find women attractive any more?”
I realized that was a reasonable question. I answered, “You are very attractive, Anika. Really sexy. My ability to be attracted to woman hasn't left the building. And you know how I know that?”
“I can't wait to hear.”
“Because of you. I haven't really looked at a woman in a while and I sure as hell looked at you. But I have to say that even though my boyfriend and I have an open relationship and even though he has encouraged me to hang out with men or woman, I think for now I don't feel up to being with a woman. Isn't that strange? I can't figure it out.”
She looked very thoughtful and she took a nibble of the croissant she had in front of her. There were metal bracelets on her wrist that jangled. Finally she said, “You know Mike, part of me wants to be offended, but mostly I'm rather fascinated. Sexuality is a strange thing, yes?”
“It sure as fuck is. Excuse my French.”
She burst out laughing. “Your boyfriend is a lucky fellow. Where is he?”
I knew I was blushing, but I said, “He's a tennis player...”
She looked surprised. “And Wimbledon is coming up soon...?”
“Yeah. He's playing in it.”
“Now I'm really interested. There aren't a lot of out tennis players, are there?”
“Not really. Chris is one. And this Czech guy we know.”
“Oh...Chris Kosta?”
“That's him. You follow tennis?”
“Sometimes. He's new to the scene isn't he?”
“Relatively...”
And we talked for a while and we had lunch and walked around. She was in London for a conference and had a few days off. I really enjoyed talking with her. She was smart, funny and elegant. I kept reminding myself that in another world, I would have fucked her in a heartbeat. But I just wasn't into it. I also had half-wondered that if I spent more time with her I would really want to sleep with her, but it just didn't happen.
I got her contact details and left her at the Tube station, telling her to get in touch if she was bored. I had totally made a new friend and it felt great.
When I got back to the hotel, Chris was already there, lying on the bed looking tired. He was still in his tennis clothes which were all sweaty. I got on the bed and pulled him to me. “How's the practice going?”
He kissed my forehead and said, “Pretty good. I think I'm ready for The Netherlands. As ready as I can be, I guess.” He tucked his chin in my neck and said, “How was sightseeing?”
“It was ok. I get bored doing it on my own. I met this awesome woman in a coffee shop, though. Anika is her name. Anika Chandra. She's really smart and funny.”
“Did you fuck her? I hope so.”
I slapped his ass and said, “Surprisingly, I didn't. It's the oddest thing. She's smoking hot and part of me wanted to, but I just couldn't find the motivation. Is that strange?”
He thought a moment, his lips resting on my forehead. His hair was slightly darker from the sweat, but still was light as straw. “You haven't even mentioned being attracted to a women since we met. Maybe you're too focused on guys right now. Like this new part of yourself is taking all your attention.”
Did I mention my boyfriend is also wise? “You, know, Chris, at the risk of giving you a swelled head, I think you're right.”
He gave me a smirk then said, “Slap my ass again.”
I looked at him and grinned. I slapped his ass a little harder. Then he said, “But if she was a guy, you would have?”
This time he slapped my ass, and left his hand there, massaging my glutes. I could feel my cock getting interested. “Yeah, I suppose I would have.”
Then he slid his hand in my shorts and massaging his way to my hole. I undid my shorts and pulled them down, grabbing my cock and giving it a stoke. Chris sat up and pulled off his shirt and lost his shorts. He said, “I haven't showered, Mike. I know how much you like me when I'm dirty.”
I ran my hand down his stomach and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes. Just as I leaned forward to suck him, the door to the room opened and I heard Brad say, “Hey, Chris, what do you think of...oh fuck. Shit. Sorry.”
Chris turned and looked at him a moment. He said, “Um, Brad. You know that conversation we had the other day? The one where you said I needed a coach who could work with me on my game strategies?”
Brad stood there. I could tell he was into seeing me with Chris' cock in my hand and my bare ass. He said, “Yeah?”
“Well maybe this is the time. Maybe this is the time when you get to stop being my coach and start being my friend again. Get the fuck over here.”
A big smile came over Brad's face and he stepped into the room and started to shed his clothes. But he stopped just before he got to the bed and said, “Why don't the three of us have a shower. I don't know about Mike, but I'm filthy and I don't like to get it on when I feel this way. Come on.”
We got in the shower which was really fun. I was very happy to be naked with Brad again. It had been a long time. And I could tell that Chris was into it because he spent a while exploring Brad's body, soaping him up and running his hands over his ass, gripping his cock and bending down to lick it. Brad did the same, and the three of us were really clean after a half hour under running water.
We got back to the bed and Brad took both our cocks in his hands and gave them some attention with his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue over the shafts, he lapped at our balls, pushed our legs apart and tongued his way into our asses, one after the other. Chris and I necked the whole time.
Brad got up and pulled Chris' legs apart and said, “So just for firing me, I get to fuck you. Deal?”
Chris chuckled and said, “Yeah, fine. But now you can be my manager. That way we can fuck and not complicate things too much.”
I slapped Brad's ass and said, “Well if you fuck Chris, I fuck you.”
“You mean at the same time?”
“Of course.”
I lubed up my cock and Brad's ass and handed him the bottle. He did the same, and let me slide my cock into him, then he pushed his deep in Chris' ass. Chris threw his blonde head back and squeezed his eyes shut. I put my arms around Brad's torso and said, “Go for it, Brad. You get to do the work.”
Brad started to thrust and I squeezed his nipples and gyrated my hips, feeling my cock stretch his ass. He moaned and fucked Chris harder which meant I fucked him harder. Good system.
Brad's dark hair was still wet from the shower and water trickled down his neck. I licked it up and looked down at my cock going in and out of his firm white ass. I felt hungry. Like Chris, I wanted more. I pulled out of him and said, “I want Chris in me.”
I got myself into doggy position and Chris pulled away from Brad and got behind me. He stuck his tongue in my hole a few times, then he slid his dick in. Brad got in front of me and fed me his lubed cock and I could taste Chris. They fucked me from both ends and I managed to jerk my cock. I could feel Brad's precum streaming onto my tongue. The dark pubic hair around his cock tickled my nose.
It had been a while since I had sucked Brad's cock and felt his big balls that he must have shaved, since they were all bare and soft in my hand. Brad was moaning more loudly and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and snarled, “Open your fucking mouth, Mike.”
His voice excited me, all harsh and dominant and so I did. He jacked himself hard then his dick started to spew thick ropes onto my tongue that I slurped, but there was more and it ran down my chin. He was gasping as his dick pumped and the last of the cum came out in a long stream that ran over his hand which I licked up, moaning myself.
Chris said, “Fucking hot, you guys.” And he pulled out of my ass and moved to my face and did the same thing, only he shoved his cock in my mouth just as he burst and I got a mouthful which he quickly got down and shared with me. My tennis player, the cum slut. Who would have guessed?
But my attention was taken by the overwhelming explosion that hit my body and I quickly fell backward, jacking hard and my cock began to rocket in bursts that hit my chin and ran down my chest. Chris quickly leaned down and cleaned it all up and fed it to me in a long, sweet kiss.
Brad said, “You two have this thing for each other's cum.”
I burst out laughing and pulled his head down and kissed him, sharing a bit of my cum. I tousled his dark, wet hair and said, “Yeah. It's fun, isn't it?”
Chris slid up and lay his head on my chest, breathing hard. Brad put his head on my stomach on the other side, looking at me. His eyes were not as brown as Jack's but more of a rusty coloured that somehow I had not really noticed. I could see why Seamus had been so into him when he first came to the school.
We dozed for a while, then went out for a nice dinner.
--
Goran wasn't playing in The Netherlands tournament, but we would see him soon since he and Chris were playing in The Queen's Club Championships and Eastbourne, a little while before Wimbledon.
I spent a couple of afternoons with Anika really seeing London. It felt so much more interesting to have someone with me to see everything. We hung out at the British Museum and looked at Buckingham Palace with about a million other tourists. I really liked spending time with her. But I never had the urge to fuck her. I remembered saying to Seamus that my gay/straight ratio was in flux and I realized it was true. At the moment, I was more gay than straight.
She and I talked about it several times. Anika's gay cousin and she had spent time talking about it. Apparently her cousin is not in the least straight, so she was surprised. We both agreed that everyone's sexuality is complicated. She told me about a woman she knew in university who she thought was a friend, but then came on to her and, to Anika's amazement, she went along for the ride. But she's never done it since.
Just before we left for The Netherlands, I had a coffee with Anika and we promised to stay in touch. She was leaving for South Africa the next day, but she said she came to Europe often for her work – she was a Prof at the University of Johannesburg and did a lot of conferences all over the place. With a sly grin, she also gave me the email of her cousin who lived in Barcelona.
I said, “Why would you do that?”
“I don't know...maybe you'd like to meet him. You need a friend in Spain. And he's cute. You and Chris...you never know.”
I liked Anika even more. Her eyes twinkled and she kissed my cheek and walked off into the day, her dark hair streaming behind her. I really wondered what life might have been like if I had met her a year ago. I would totally have fallen for her. But that's not what happened, right? I'm with my tennis god, the cum obsessed Chris. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
So Chris won in The Netherlands. This place with a name I couldn't make sense of. 's-Hertogenbosch. What the fuck? He beat one of the dudes who beat him in France. One of the American assholes. It was epic. They guy was clearly pissed and Chris said he mumbled some semi-homophobic things at him as they left the court after Chris beat him in straight sets. Asshole. Join the fucking twenty-first century.
We came back to London and Chris was tired. I let him sleep in a bit and I gave him back rubs – no fucking since that was off the table now that the competitions had begun – and ordered breakfast in bed for him. But he still had to train. Chris had got the name of this relatively big named coach from another player and since they were all in London, they had a few sessions to see if Chris could work with him. It turned out they could and Chris said, “He's perfect, Mike. He has a perspective that Brad just doesn't have. And he's fucking hot which is almost distracting. He's totally straight, just in case you're wondering. He knows I'm gay and we talked about it. He seemed happy that I was out and he knows about Goran. He said we were like pioneers. The first two out professional tennis players in a long time.
That made me feel really good. My boyfriend the pioneer. My boyfriend who was the runner up at the Queen's Club (Goran won), the winner at Eastbourne (Goran was the runner up) and then Wimbledon. Fuck that was tense. Chris almost lost to the same asshole he beat in The Netherlands. Really close. The guy was even more pissed to lose to him again. He and Goran were on the same side of the draw and met in the semi's. Goran beat him. Not by much. As usual they had a bunch of tie breakers every set and on that day, Goran wore Chris down.
But Goran, our amazing dark-haired Goran, won fucking Wimbledon. That made us happy. He beat someone you probably know, this Spanish guy. Heard of him? Yeah. Goran beat him. To give the Spanish guy credit, he was gracious and hugged Goran warmly.
Later, when Goran was in between us in bed, he said, “Yeah, I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off. But you know, straight guys don't always like that. Goran went back to sucking my cock and Chris slid around and feasted on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart and pushing his face in. Goran's ass is a work of art. Plump and muscular and a little hairy. Chris pulled his face out and slid his cock in. Goran grunted with my cock in his mouth and I pushed harder, pushing my cock into his throat. I grabbed his head and fucked a bit.
After a few minutes, we switched around and Goran had me on my back, fucking me – which I had begun to really like – and Chris fucked Goran at the same time. I also liked the amazing sight of Goran's dark, hairy body next to Chris' pale, smooth one. It made me a little crazy just looking at them.
Then Chris fucked me, while Goran fed me his cock. This was my favourite combination when we got together with Goran. I can watch Chris work, he could join me on Goran's cock and I can take Goran's cum which is - and don't tell Chris – my favourite cum. So thick and almost sweet.
Chris filled my ass and then sucked it out. Goran filled my mouth and Chris shared his cum all around. We spent the rest of the day in bed. We ordered room service and fucked again. And again. What are friendships for?
--
We went to the airport with Goran and we hugged him and said we would see him at the US Open in August. He got on his plane and we got on ours. We knew that we would probably have to come back in a few weeks to finalize the purchase of our house in Barcelona, which was exciting.
We got back to Boston and we realized we had to start getting ourselves ready to move. We decided to keep my apartment for now, so we had a place to stay when we were in town, but we had to sell all Chris' furniture on the internet and get ourselves ready – mentally, and literally – to leave.
Once Chris' apartment was empty and he had moved his clothes and a few things to my place, we sat at my kitchen table and surveyed the changes that were about to occur in our lives. We poured some scotch and toasted. Chris said, “And it's all because of you, Mike.”
I put my glass down, feeling shocked. “Me? How is it because of me?”
He took my hand and said, “Because just by being you I found the confidence to do all this...to win, to be better...I don't know...to fucking love.”
My eyes filled with tears and I said, “Fuck, Chris! Where have been hiding this one? But I feel the same way.” I leaned over and kissed him. We often did that. Said really intense things to each other out of nowhere. Maybe it's a guy thing.
We were going to be leaving the middle of the first week of August and two days before, Brad announced that the tennis school was having a party for us. Brad, of course, was leaving as well, since he was now Chris' manager. We weren't quite sure what that meant yet, but I had a feeling we would need him as Chris rose in the ranks – even higher than he already had.
The party was great and all, but we were preoccupied by our new house, and both of us wanted to see Goran. I texted him and I texted Anika and they both said nice things and to calm down. And two days later, having packed up our clothes – at least the ones appropriate for living in Spain – we got on a plane for Barcelona. The fact that we would be back for the Open in a couple of weeks didn't really matter. It was just a brief blip. Shit, life is strange, right?
